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“They can make all the plans they want but it doesn't mean I have to cooperate with them”
― Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution
― Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution
“That's the trouble with cops. You're all set to hate their guts and then you meet one that goes human on you.”
― The Long Goodbye
― The Long Goodbye
“When I began writing The Night Bookmobile, it was a story about a woman's secret life as a reader. As I worked it also became a story about the claims that books place on their readers, the imbalance between our inner and outer lives, a cautionary tale of the seductions of the written word. It became a vision of the afterlife as a library, of heaven as a funky old camper filled with everything you've ever read. What is this heaven? What is it we desire from the hours, weeks, lifetimes we devote to books? What would you sacrifice to sit in that comfy chair with perfect light for an afternoon in eternity, reading the perfect book, forever?”
― The Night Bookmobile
― The Night Bookmobile
“And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.”
― Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer
― Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer
“My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood.
It was the vividness of the dreams that was impressive, their minute detail and horrible reality. The blood came through the keyhole of a locked door which communicated with the next room. I suppose the two rooms had originally been designed en suite. It ran down the door panel with a viscous ripple, like the artificial one created in the conduit of Trumpingdon Street. But it was heavy, and smelled. The slow welling of it sopped the carpet and reached the bed. It was warm and sticky. My father woke up with the impression that it was all over his hands. He was rubbing his first two fingers together, trying to rid them of the greasy adhesion where the fingers joined." ("The Troll")”
― Ghostly, Grim and Gruesome
It was the vividness of the dreams that was impressive, their minute detail and horrible reality. The blood came through the keyhole of a locked door which communicated with the next room. I suppose the two rooms had originally been designed en suite. It ran down the door panel with a viscous ripple, like the artificial one created in the conduit of Trumpingdon Street. But it was heavy, and smelled. The slow welling of it sopped the carpet and reached the bed. It was warm and sticky. My father woke up with the impression that it was all over his hands. He was rubbing his first two fingers together, trying to rid them of the greasy adhesion where the fingers joined." ("The Troll")”
― Ghostly, Grim and Gruesome
Daniela’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Daniela’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
85 books
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55 friends
186 books
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4 friends
193 books
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4 friends
163 books
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55 friends
427 books
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3 friends
542 books
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19 friends
189 books
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11 friends
173 books
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37 friends
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